Fic: By the water’s edge
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munninTitle: By the water’s edge
Pairing: Tony Stark/Dick Grayson
Fandom: DCU/Marvel crossover
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summary: written as a gift for ms_duck in response to her ficlet here. Thanks Ducky, hope you’re doing ok.
Dick was quick to dump his helmet on the couch and was leaning over the veranda rail. “Private beach?” The youth asked, his long black hair ruffled by the wind.
“Private,” Tony crooned, leaning against the rail at Dick’s side, “and secluded.”
Dick’s grin was bright and seductive. “My kinda beach.”
“So,” Tony started, wondering back towards the house, “Shall I grab us some trunks?” but Dick was already gone, vaulting the rail and shedding his jacket as he ran down to the water.
“Oh boy.” Tony sighed, pouring himself another whisky and wondering down the stretch of sand, following the trail of discarded clothes.
Dick was frolicking. There was no other word from it. His lithe body appeared and disappeared among the waves, the water beading off his skin like diamonds in the setting sun.
Tony sat down on sand, sipping his drink and watching the young man play. There was something obscenely beautiful about the way Dick moved, he was so... free, so unfettered.
Dick wondered out of the surf, shaking the salt water out of his hair. “Enjoying the view?” He asked teasingly as Tony leant back on his elbows to look up at the young man.
“Oh yes.” Tony hummed, looking Dick up and down with a salacious eye. The young man was stripped down to his briefs, the wet cloth clinging tight to the curves of his hips. “Aren’t you cold?”
Dick grinned and shook his head, stepping over Tony’s legs as he dropped to his knees, straddling Tony’s hips. “I use to patrol in shorts through the Gotham winter. Believe me, the water’s perfect.” He dropped his hands to Tony’s shoulders, pressing the older man back to the sand. “Now that dance?”
“Dance?” Tony asked, reaching up to brush Dick’s dripping hair back behind his ear.
“Hmm,” Dick purred, pushing his wet hands under Tony’s jacket. “The dance we were having on the road.”
“Oh. That dance.” Tony grinned, shuffling out of his jacket as Dick attacked his shirt. “You seem very happy in the water.”
“I miss the ocean.” Dick whispered, leaning to nuzzle Tony’s neck. “My circus use to camp out by the sea during the off season.”
Tony let his hands wonder over the pale expanse of Dick’s back, tracing the curves and interruptions of the young man’s scars. “Do you miss that life?”
Dick sat up and leaning back against Tony’s bent knees. “I miss my parents but...” he shrugged, “Life goes on.”
Tony brushed his thumb over Dick’s lips, cupping the young man’s cheek. Behind the smiles and laughter, behind Dick’s free and easy nature was an orphaned child, making his own way in the world. In that moment Tony could see the boy Bruce took in. “I’m sorry.” Tony whispered, stroking Dick’s cheek.
Dick cocked his head, looking at Tony with a lopsided smile, crossing his wrists above his head as he stretched slowly, his back popping. “God that feels good. I wish I still had my board. I bet the surfing here is fantastic.”
“I’ll get Jarvis pull you up some surf reports. You’re welcome to use the boards in the shed.” Tony commented, tracing a race of goosebumps as they broke out over Dick’s skin. “Cold yet?”
“Not at all.” Dick breathed, trembling slightly as Tony’s fingers swept low on his stomach, “I’m good here.”
Tony grinned as Dick shuddered to his touch. “Aren’t you just.” He dragged his hands over Dick’s skin, tacky with salt and teased his thumbs under the wet cloth of the young man’s briefs. “You good with this?” He asked in all seriousness. He won’t usually worry so much but... being with Dick didn’t feel like just a casual fling.
“Would I be here if I didn’t want this?” Dick ducked his head to lick his way into Tony’s mouth, grinding himself against Tony’s now damp groin. “I know what I’m getting myself in for Tony. I want this as much as you do.” He shrugged, rubbing his cheek against Tony’s beard. “Tell you the truth; it’s been a while since-”
“Shh.” Tony whispered, burying a hand in Dick’s hair and pulling the youth back up to kiss him deeply. There was a sadness in Dick’s voice, an almost lonely edge. From what little Tony had seen from Bruce, the life of a Bat didn’t leave much time for companionship. “Let’s not waste any time.” He pushed the youth back against his knees and diving his hand down the front of Dick’s briefs.
Dick arched back, moaning deliciously as Tony wrapped a hand around his cock. “Tony... Tony please!”
“I’ve got you beautiful. Just let me take care of you.” He stroked the youth slow and tight, twisting his wrists sharply every now and then, keeping Dick just on edge for as long as possible. Tony wasn’t sure what he expected when Dick accepted his invitation to come down the coast but he knew what he wanted now. He wanted to worship this stunning young man; he wanted to take care of Dick, to make love to him in as many ways as possible. He wanted to banish the loneliness and sadness in Dick’s voice and replace it with moans of pleasure.
Tony tightened his grip, tangling a hand in Dick’s hair as the young man cried out in realise. “I’ve got you.” he whispered, kissing the soft skin behind Dick’s ear as the young man collapsed into his embrace.
“Thank you.” Dick whispered, relaxing into Tony’s arms, shuddering carelessly with the aftershocks of orgasm.
“Don’t thank me yet.” Tony teased, kissing Dick deeply, “I’m not finished with you.”
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Demons part 2
Date: 2010-03-03 06:05 am (UTC)“How old were you?” Dick asked gently, easing them both down to the floor.
“I was six.” There were tears gathering in Tim’s eyes.
“Did he hurt you?” Dick whispered, brushed a hand though Tim’s hair.
Tim shook his head. “He didn’t really do anything. He just hugged me, touched me a bit. I was too young to understand what was happening. It seems stupid now but I was scared. I didn’t know him and he was so drunk.” Tim sniffed into Dick’s shirt as Dick pressed kisses to the top of his head.
“It’s not stupid Tim.” Dick whispered into Tim’s hair, “You were just a child and he made you feel unsafe in your own home. That’s not okay.”
Tim gave him a watery smile. “As opposed to you letting yourself in here and beating me up on my boyfriend’s behalf?”
“That doesn’t count and you know it.” Dick teased and hugged Tim closer. “You never told anyone did you?”
Tim shook his head. “When I was little I was afraid I’d get in trouble and as an adult I just wanted to put it behind me. It was just the smell on Tony’s breath. I felt so sick...”
“Sense memory.” Dick whispered. “I understand. When I started with Bruce I had to ask him to change the chalk in the gym. He used the same mix as my parents; I couldn’t smell it without wanting to cry.” He was quiet for a moment. “Did you ever think about tracking him down and confronting him?”
Tim shook his head. “He died a couple of years later, cancer I believe.” Tim leant into his brother for a while, enjoying his warmth and the steady beat of his heart. “I should thank you for making me face my demons.”
“Nar, S’ok. Feel free to stay mad with me a little longer if you like. Ow!” He flinched as Tim pinched him. “What was that for?”
“Being as ass.” Tim muttered. “And being a good brother.” He reached up and pressed a kiss to Dick’s cheek. “I should go see Tony.” Tim yawned.
“No. You should get some sleep.” Dick said, helping him to his feet. “You look wrecked.”
“Rough patrol.” Tim admitted sleepily, dragging himself towards the bedroom. “Happy to let yourself out.”
“I let myself in didn’t I?” Dick smiled. “Want me to talk to Tony for you?”
“Would you?” Tim asked thankfully, “Please? I won’t get to see him for at least a couple of days. I don’t want him to worry.”
“Sure.” Dick bent down to plan a kiss on Tim’s forehead, giving him one last quick hug. “Maybe you should ask Bruce for a couple of days off, spend some time with Tony.”
“I’ll think about it...after sleep.” Tim waved vaguely as he headed for bed. “See you later.”
Dick smiled as he let himself out through the window, reconnecting Tim’s security system. It was a start at least. Now to deal with Tony.
Flirts and friends
Date: 2010-03-03 11:39 am (UTC)“Alfred’d kill me if I lost my jacket.” Dick shrugged, shaking like a dog. The rest of his Armani suit was soaked through.
“Get your ass inside and get dry.” Tony ordered despairingly. “I could have sent a car for you if you’d asked.”
“I’m good.” Dick muttered, stealing a towel and mopping at his wet hair.
“Yes you are but you’re also dripping on the carpet.” Tony chided. “And the owner of the hotel is a bit of a hard ass.”
Dick stuck his tongue out at Tony. They both knew it was a Wayne owned hotel.
“The last thing I want is to get thrown out for trashing the room.” Tony continued, “Now strip!”
Dick threw his head back and laughed. “Why Mr Stark, are you trying to get me naked?”
Tony swatted Dick on the butt and pushed him roughly towards the bathroom. “Shower, now! Move that pretty ass of you. I’ll find you some dry clothes.”
Tony grabbed some comfortable clothes and carried them to the open bathroom door. There was something tempting about that door. Tony and Dick had been casual lovers a good six months before Dick decided to introduce him to Tim. As desperately in love with Tim as he was, the knowledge that Dick was there and naked and completely willing was... distracting.
“Those for me?” Dick asked, pulling Tony out of his daydream. Not that the vision standing in front of him helped much. Water beaded off Dick’s hair, dripping down his chest and rock-hard abs and was absorbed by the too-small towel wrapped around his waist. “Why Mr Stark!” Dick teased, “I do believe you’re thinking about cheating on my baby brother.”
“Get dressed you flirt.” Tony managed with a smile, shoving the clothes into Dick’s arms and pushing him back towards the bathroom. He wanted a drink, god did he want a drink but... He sat down on the edge of the bed. “Did you get a chance to talk to Tim?”
“Yeah.” Dick muttered, padding across the thick carpet to flop down on the bed next to him, Tony’s slightly too large slacks riding low on his hips. “We talked.” Dick rolled onto his back, looking up at Tony.
“Can you...?” Tony started, swallowing hard before starting again. “Is he ok?”
Dick reached up, touching Tony’s face tenderly. “He’s alright. He had a brush with a drunken friend of his father’s when he was very young. It scared him pretty badly.”
“So are we hunting this guy down or what?” Tony asked seriously.
“Karma and cancer beat us to the punch I’m afraid.” Dick looked up at Tony from his upside down spot on the bed. “It’s going to be ok. Now that Tim’s confronted the memory, he’ll be able to start dealing with it in his own time. He and Bruce are a lot alike in that way.” He cupped Tony’s face. “And he has you which will make all the difference.”
“He has both of us.” Tony whispered, leaning down the brush a kiss over Dick’s lips.
Re: Flirts and friends
Date: 2010-03-04 12:21 am (UTC)And Tony was wonderful too. So concerned for his Tim, but always having time to flirt with Dick.
Wonderful, Wonderful story! Thank you!
help, help.
Date: 2010-03-04 12:31 am (UTC)I have this vague idea that Tim will take Dick’s advice and ask Bruce for a night off and pop over to see Tony, finding Dick and Tony as they are – playfully kissing. I can see Tony jumping up and desperately trying to explain but Dick and Tim just grinning at each other.
Tell me what you think or any ideas you’d like to see. I really want to write out this story to a natural end.
Re: help, help.
Date: 2010-03-04 01:29 am (UTC)Though Tim and Tony deserve some time together without a teasing brother around. Maybe they can have a heart to heart - or as much as a heart to heart as you can with a Bat.
Can't wait to see what you come up with.
Re: help, help.
Date: 2010-03-05 10:33 am (UTC)Thanks again for all the help.